SPACES [Editing]

Escapist

This is a long chapter to make up for the two weeks I've been gone.

It's all over the place, like how the characters' feelings are, and the more they make sense of things, the more you'd also understand.

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Song for this part of the chapter:
- Honest by Kodaline (This song is perfect for this I swear)

Louis Tomlinson

"It's Blake." She said, and I've never felt so cheated in my life.

Like I've been so stupid the entire time. Like I know I could have figured it out right away but I was too naive to even believe she would ever do anything to hurt me.

It feels like I've gone mental-- I thought my mind was playing with me. I made myself believe that it was probably just a bad dream, but it wasn't.

What's crazy was that I remembered who he was as soon as she said his name. I remembered her cheating on me, me leaving this apartment and being at Liam's. I remember being broken when it happened, not wanting to get up and spending so much time drinking. I was a wreck, and it was all because of her.

It was like a really bad flashback and what's strange was that I remembered feeling this way. I remembered that it felt this way but somehow it was like it happened so long ago, like I haven't felt that way in a long time.

There were gaps in my memory that I couldn't fill-- I have all these images but they don't quite fit with the memories I have now. It's like I have a blindside, like I'm not seeing something and I don't know why.

I packed my bags as fast I can, dying to leave the place but still wanting to hear her explanation. It won't save her in any way, but I knew I needed closure. I'm never coming back to this place again.

"That was why you were in the hospital, then? Not because of me?" I asked, dreading the answer.

I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to see it. It was hidden in her dresser and I accidentally found it while looking for my hospital papers. My knees felt week when I pulled out the contents. It was a baby, I was sure of it. I tried looking for loopholes and alibis-- something that can prove that this wasn't hers, that it wasn't what I thought it was, so I looked at the date of the ultrasound photos and it was the same day as my accident. It has her name on it. It's fool-proof. 

As soon as I discovered the contents of the envelope, I knew that the baby wasn't mine. I tried to think otherwise, that maybe I just don't remember doing it with her but it's impossible. I know I wouldn't do it if I wasn't married.

I won't deny that there's still a thin sliver of hope in my heart, but no matter what she says, it's over. We're done.

"We've broken up, I--"

"You could've told me!" I was on the verge of exasperation. "Was this why you went to Liam's? To force him and Zayn to take me in? Because of this?"

"They didn't know about the baby, Louis--"

"Well neither did I. But they were part of your plan to lie to me. You could've just told me!" I took her arm as she tried to escape from me.

"I'm sorry. I've tried telling you but--"

"Does Blake know about this? About me?"